Mercy fights a little war again. Always the one that tried so hard, but she couldn't win. To live what you're feeling, to hate what you feel. No one should live this way.
Minutes 'till dawn, I'ma wake. Stare at the phone, and I wait. Daylight creeps in, through the blinds. Strong as I've been, well I was lyin'. . But now I've lost control.
A dark clear sky above our heads. You're tongue is cold but still your heart it bleeds for something more. Bittersweet memories from my bed. Haunt your world of trust that crumbles in between my hands.
There's a hush about a subject. In the evening when we fool ourselves. A muted lover's symphony. Lorelei in you discretions lay and they're killing me.
'Bout that time again. Strange feelin' in the wind. Standin' in this place. Starin' face to face. But we don't see eye to eye. Somehow all the blame is mine.
Let the captain take you home. Pack it up and you'll be gone. Make it warmer in the back. You'll never be left here alone. . Grab a blanket and rest your head.
I still need you. When I'm in this pathetic state. But you would detest me even more. And I would burn even harder. . I would burn. Burn away from you.
Day after day, I'm waiting. And I'd lie for you, I'd die for you. And it makes me laugh to think. That I ever heard you say, "I love you". . I might never see you again.
Staring at an empty screen. I can sometimes feel like dying. Doing what I have to do. I can almost hear you crying. . This is how it feels. Funny how it's all so real.
Imagine if I said I sometimes need you. I need you to this day. Imagine if I said I sometimes hear you call my name. . Imagine if I said I still could love you.
Angels. Are just an image that makes you feel. So cut free. So easily lost. . Angels. Splattered on the road. Looking up gracefully. They still love you.
Angels. Are just an image that makes you feel. So cut free. So easily lost. Angels. Splattered on the road. Looking up gracefully. They still love you.
The holy girl is our focus. She's the story of us all. She can feel our eyes upon her. And the hope that she will fall. . On her left so warm and honey-sweet.
The holy girl is in our focus. She's the story of us all. She can feel our eyes upon her. And the hope that she will fall. On her left so warm and honey-sweet.
your lips move but no words come out. that was then this is now. the past is the past. no need for looking back. we're not affected at all. by what goes on in the world.
where do you stand?. "the ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort. but where he stands (but where he stands). in moments of challenge and controversy".
until the time. I had a dream one night. that I was standing in the street. and something drew my eyes. to the heavens where I could see a light. that was the climax of my sight.
one moment gone. a chance I had. to tell you the truth. now it's too late. there's no turning back. from this grave. that surrounds you. I wish I was brave.
so hold your tongue. but don't hold your breath. cause you might say something. that you will regret. the war you petitioned so hard for. is slowly slipping away.
Two hearts are on their way. They wanna stay but they didn't come together. Two hearts are on their way. They wanna stay but they didn't come together again.